Sunday-walking through frosty dark city, black coffee and cigarette in hand, lovin' the hell out of my woolen knee-socks. I like this time of year
before the snow falls, it's the snow/ice that is the devil.
Someone is asking/begging/challenging me to write/draw a story for christmas (one of those in 24 installments, counting down through December) and I would like to surprise them by actually...
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